MF DOOM — Hey Original 12 Version

[Intro] (Man, that's what I'm doing...) (Man, you know, you want some of that motherfucking homie) (Nah, I'm... straight) Hey there boys and girls! Let me know if y'all with me y'all [Verse] I only play the games that I win at And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats As a matter of fact, let me rephrase With more rhymes than ways to fillet felines these days Watch the path of the black one, Super-villain Who wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor chillin' Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that plan of The rhymers, they be whiners like spoiled brats Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose? And holds mics like he knows karate body blows? Nobody knows the trouble I see From the MPV fly dirty tailin' the bubble eye thirty For the record, this is some shit I just thought of y'all It's science fiction that's not permissible in no court of law I live to rock mics in 3-D The only reason I'll seek to stop, to snuff the TV I heard beats, they sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers On a leash like "Don't let this nigga choke me" Hit 'em with a penny so we could get these peanuts And I thought we was nuts I used to get free cuts They lock Lex Luthor up in Green Haven Since when a nigga never really been clean-shaven Misbehavin' rap stars need Listament Call me Mr. Bent, I'm at where your sister went, intelligent Used to write and be well-spoke Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell– Tell joke This could lead to catastrophe 'Bout to stop the violence right after these last of three Shots from the black bat that got me at headlock Holdin' on to sanity by strands of bitch's dreadlock She told me "get off", I said "Bitch!" "Let me set this shit off so I could get rich" So then this shit hit me like the point of intoxication I'ma come out and rock this nation like ox defacing A lotta niggas out is rusty like oxidation In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation (wow!) I could do it, I'm the super like in your building Villain like trife Kinder is in All My Children Plottin', and it's sure to pay ends With some real mature womens and some more of they friends When bad men roll tight, it's actual true Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue Who grip necks of deuce, dukes to triple X He just came in 4-D, follow the ripple effects And it'll lead ya right to him Oh, snap! Seems we've walked into a trap through rap Zoinks! This place is filled with pretender willies One false move and get broke off like end of Phillies Yes true believers, ain't nothing new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future, uh... I picture rhyme of the month, two page long I'm in it with two gauges and my cape on wrong Son, it's on, it's like a Raekwon tape song With a fleet of superbad bitches, status: Rae Dawn Chong Let me know if y'all with me, y'all (Hey!) It's national and geographic, down to the titty ball I represents MI City y'all To my man Wiz doing his unsettling bids You woulda' got away if it was not for them meddling kids [Outro] (Over here!) M'er F'ers At all times, nigga Niggas get smacked up, backed up with gats strapped up Haha, haha (Huh?)